Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-11
A CHINESE RESTAURANT.
The Lnxuries of Wah Sing Zoos New York
Establishment.

The Lnxuries of Wah Sing Zoos New York
Establishment.
New York Tribune.
Il Mulberry street, near Canal, amid
the noise, hustle and confusion Of the
busy merchants of the "Bend," there is 8
quiet and unpretentious dining room. 1t
is presided over at all hours of the day
and night by Wsh Sing Foo, and the bust
ness Is said to be q thriving one. Pic
lures of turtles, pigs, sharks and several
kinds of hobgoblins are pasted on the
windows, and their virtues as articles of
diet are set forth in spider scratches upon
pieces of brown paper. The most at
tractive sign, however, reads IS follows:
IA good dinner, cents"
This was sufficient TO lure reporter
into the place recently. There were none
of the Oriental Injuries IN sight. On
the walls were few pictures OF flowers,
highly colored, and certificate that Mr..
Foo, or some of his friends, had attended
q Sunday school. The tables were of
pine and partially covered by Ragged
material that looked like cross between
disbclo.h and mop. Mr.. Foo was en-
gagged In leveliDg the sole of his shoe
with Ratchet when the reporter entered,
and, after CHANGING up, quickly went on
with his work. The reporter dropped
carelessly upon stool and waited. How
long the wait would have lasted will never
be known. There was sudden sinter-
rupfiou. A pungent odor stole in from
the backyard, where something was being
cooled. II wss too pc werful for any nose
save highly cultivated one. The re-
porter tried 10 keep it back, but out it
came-a double barreled sneeze- that
set everything 70 ringing.
II struck Mr.. Foo amidship. The
Ratchet fell On his foot, aud The shoe
dropped into something that looked like
keg of molases. There was blood in his
eye, and there might have been q tragedy
had not the innocent cause of all the
commotion put on hungry look and
touched his eunken abdomen with his
finger. Mr.. Foo smiled SO that no one
could tell whether he WAS weeping, wall
ing or knashlng his teeth as he said:
ewing Foo ali alice go to killing see
oah"
"Ail right, Mr.. Foo. I'll forgive you,
Now just sci up the best in the house, up
TO the Scent limit, and all will be we'll"
Mr.. Foo jumped away with the air Of e
man who did not understand word that
had been spoken. He kept out Of sight
for twenty minutes and then appeared
with aSlsrge bowl of something steamiDg
hot, which he set on the table and then
took seat close by. He began TO
whistle peculiar call and the yellowish
soup moved rest.essly in the bowl. A
spoon came with the stuff. 1t required
some courage to take mouthful, and it
would take team of horses ant der
rick to get one up TO the rack for
second trial. a mixture of lard,
mustard, salt and bilge water may
tempt tagging appetite, but it is just
little surprising to the stomach Of a
man not thoroughly used to the customs
of the Flowery kingdom. Mr.. Foo took
the mysterious compound away snd came
back in little while with large platter
and couple of small dishes. There were
two slices of some brown material on the
platter. Mr.. Foo admitted that it was
"Pe-sicK-re-sut-i." There is no doubt
that it was the genuine goods. 1t tasted
go. One of the slices was q led with
small ashbones, and the other was
dainty morsel which might have been
taken, with little Imagination,
to be a bit of fried mummy
There were also some beans, cabbage and
rice. MIR. Foo evidently runs his place
on the touch not and taste not plan.
Well-it keeps one from being poisoned.
a nibble here and there demonstrated
that an ash can would be e safe place for
Mr.. Foo's "ayout." It made it easy to
understand why syouug Chinaman wears
wrinkles and appears Ike an old man
while yet in his teens.
Mr.. Foo removed the dishes. He
wanted to bring some more Of the menu,
but the reporter indicated that he would
prefer drink Of some kind. After
long delay Mr.. Foo appeared with tray
bearing 8 small pot of tea and cup that
rcsembled a toy. The tea was revsla-
ton. It WAS aromatic and the favor de-
licious, and if there had not been small
family Of croton bugs found in the teapot
after the tea had been swallowed it would
havenbsen thoroughly enjoyable. This
ended the dinner.
"Well, Mr.. Foo, how much do l owe
your" the reporter asked simply as
matter of form.
The remsIk brought back Mr.. Zoos
cheerfulness, and he came near uncover
ing his spine with longitudinal extension
of his smile. he showed for the first
time that his English had not been entire
lY neglected. After few marks with o
brush through the wreath of smiles
came the words soft and low:
"Sixta-nine.s GEN."
"Sinty-nine cents!" Go to Mr. Foo.
You are crazy! Why, your sign out
there says that you give good dinner
for eight cents. What do you mean by
this extorsion?n
sab! Excus-a-me. Eight cen for poor
Chinsmen. Mclean man richee; no eatee
like Cainaman. He eatee blentY soup,
beef and good tings. Muchee ea,ee,
muehee pay. Belly good. Sixta-nine-a
cen cheepee. Chinaman losee money slls
time. Belly poor"
The bill WAS paid, and the visitor came
away with the experience and conviction
that Mr. Foo had mistaken his calling.
He ought to double up with Hungry Joe
and do the 'handshaking" act.